“So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time, and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world, she began to stand around the gate and expect things…She knew that God tore down the old world every morning and built a new one at sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the grey dust of its making. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road a ways off. She knew that marriage did not make love. Jamie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.”
~From Their Eyes Were Watching God (via Deborah)
Photo of a rose in the rain at the Huntington Library